"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He repeated after watching Mike Breen go 'ball'-listic while dazzled by Kawhi Leonard's last-second, game winning shot against the 7sixers in game seven of their long-ass playoff series. I mean, Hell. He did it while in a Toronto Raptors jersey (makes it more exciting on behalf of their barrage of losses throughout NBA history.)... Continue Reading →
When Silence Speakz
Problem is, He's wrong if he feels suicidal, As if anyone is helping him keep his vitals pumping. He's wrong if he's down, Even if he's being kicked while he's hungry, To get back up and smile. He's wrong for just wanting time to heal. Time to heal from pain that doesn't seem to go... Continue Reading →